I'm Sorry I Had To Leave

(TW: suicide, invasive thoughts, self-harm)

Hey, It's Euphrasia. Av's angel, or guardian. Whatever you want to call us. We exist. Avlon had always been prepared, good at performing. At this moment, she had lost her script. She needed her script. After suffering her mother's death, she has to find a new way to move through life. Avlon needs to cope. That's why I chose Annalise. She knows a decent amount about mortals. She was once one, to be fair. We all were. Av is making herself small, compressing her thoughts and worries all in her heart, making it heavy. The problem with pressure; it works to contain for a while, but inevitably, the pressure needs to be released. A bomb needs to go off. When, is the variable.